Dear Alexander,

Like you I battled the Persians on Bactrian plains, to me wild Afghanistan bared its unruly head, leagues I have crossed to march on the Punjab. Entire legions have bent their knees to me, kings beyond count have paid homage to my crown. In the land of Egypt I was declared a god, and yet, still rugged Macedon I call home. Alexander, I wrote to tell you that today I became a man. For all the wars I have waged, there was but one battle left to win. In the looking glass I gazed and struck down the only enemy I have ever truly had.